I fabricated myths to guide the revival of spiritual energy.

At the summit of Kunlun Mountain stands the Lingxiao Palace.

The mortal world below the mountain was now in complete chaos, a scene of screams, flames, monsters, and sword flashes weaving together a picture of apocalypse. But above this sea of ​​clouds, there was a profound silence, so quiet that even the sound of a snowflake falling could be clearly heard.

As a faint golden light flashed across my retina, there was no earth-shattering surge of spiritual energy, nor any thunderous phenomenon that tore the sky apart.

Everything happened silently.

But Gu Qing clearly felt that some kind of invisible "shackles" in her mind had been suddenly broken.

His consciousness was forcibly pulled from the "three-dimensional quagmire" by an indescribable, overwhelming force, and elevated to a dimension that could overlook all living beings.

Gu Qing slowly opened her eyes.

In his view, the world has changed.

The ancient jade pillar carved with dragons and phoenixes before them, the white jade floor tiles beneath their feet, and even the invisible spiritual particles floating in the air—all shed their "matter" disguise at this moment. They decomposed into countless pulsating underlying codes and interwoven threads of law.

"Is this the perspective of a higher dimension...?"

Gu Qing muttered to himself, his voice no longer revealing much of the human emotion that comes with it.

[Congratulations, host, system upgrade successful.]

[Core hidden privileges - [Creator Privileges (Basic)] have been unlocked.]

Gu Qing leaned back in the cold chair, not in a hurry to open the system panel, but letting her thoughts drift aimlessly in her mind.

Looking back, he was someone who, in order to gain that pitiful amount of faith power, had to pretend to be a god or a ghost everywhere, like a shrewd little merchant trying to shock ordinary people.

And now?

He glanced at the balance in the upper right corner of his retina.

He couldn't even be bothered to count the string of numbers.

And it's jumping upwards at an extremely fast speed every second.

This reflects the extreme fear felt by seven billion people worldwide when facing an unknown monster, and the extreme awe felt upon witnessing the arrival of the Kunlun Sword Immortal. These two extreme emotions intertwine, transforming into an endless torrent of faith.

"I used to be so stingy when buying a basic training manual, but now this string of numbers... it's like a pile of meaningless scrap paper."

Gu Qing gave a self-deprecating laugh, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

"System, explain what you can do right now," he asked calmly in his mind.

The core functions are as follows:

[I. Fine-tuning of Laws: Within the host's absolute divine domain (currently the Kunlun Mountains), physical constants can be altered. (For example: setting water to flow upwards, reversing gravity, and reducing the speed of light.)]

[II. Soul Imbuement: Consumes faith power to imbue inanimate objects or pure energy bodies with 'underlying basic logic' and 'soul consciousness'.]

After hearing the system's report, a long silence fell over the hall.

Gu Qing raised her pale and slender right hand, looking at her palm, which was so perfect that even her fingerprints were flawless.

He suddenly had an extremely absurd philosophical thought:

If he can use a ball of energy to conjure up a life form with flesh and blood, capable of crying and laughing, then... could the original seven billion humans on Earth, the so-called carbon-based life forms, the so-called evolution of civilization, also be a sandbox game casually created by a higher-dimensional being using similar "system privileges"?

Could the human soul, which is so self-righteous, simply be a slightly more complex piece of "underlying logic code"?

To verify this crazy conjecture, Gu Qing gently flicked his fingertips in the air.

He held a wisp of extremely faint, icy spiritual energy between his fingers. With the activation of his creator's authority, this lifeless energy did not transform into magic, but instead began to proliferate and recombine in a frenzied manner, defying the laws of science.

Two seconds later.

A lifelike, translucent blue butterfly fluttered from his fingertips and took flight.

It circled around Gu Qing's fingertip, its antennae trembling slightly, as if sensing the airflow within the hall. Then, it deliberately landed on Gu Qing's fingernail, folding its wings, as if expressing an instinctive intimacy to the "Father God" who gave it life.

Gu Qing gazed quietly at the butterfly.

It has the rhythm of breathing, the instinct to avoid danger, and if released, it might even seek out nectar.

According to the universe's judgment, it is alive.

"But I know you're fake."

A deep golden light flashed in Gu Qing's eyes, revealing a cruel indifference to all things.

He gently closed his two fingers together.

With a soft "poof," the beautiful blue butterfly didn't even have time to struggle before he mercilessly pinched it back into the ethereal light, where it dissipated into the cold air.

Life and beauty, birth and destruction, are all within his control.

"No wonder the ancients said, 'Heaven and earth are ruthless, treating all things like straw dogs.'"

Gu Qing withdrew her hand and gently pressed it against her chest.

The heartbeat there is extremely slow. The compassion, empathy, and passion that once belonged to mortals are gradually being stripped away under the daily gaze of this higher dimension.

He threw over a thousand young students into the global meat grinder, exposing them to carnage. Yet, as he watched them leave, he felt not a ripple of emotion whatsoever.

He only saw the unsheathing of "weapons" and the harvesting of "faith".

"I am becoming a monster... an absolutely rational monster."

Gu Qing sighed softly, but there was no trace of regret in her voice.

Because he knew very well that, faced with the impending endless void invasion, Earth did not need a compassionate saint, nor did humanity need a savior who could shed tears.

What humanity needs is a ruthless and meticulous player who can execute every move perfectly.

Gu Qing sat up straight again, putting those pointless, random thoughts to the back of her mind.

"System, open the updated system store."

With a thought, a vast and intricate dark golden light screen slowly unfolded before his eyes. The dazzling array of new goods, new laws, and new modules exuded a terrifying aura capable of altering the course of Earth's entire civilization.

Gu Qing looked at the list in the mall, the light of the data stream reflected in his deep eyes. The grand chess game that he had already conceived in his mind, which was enough to subvert the world order of the East and the West, began to slowly place the first piece.

As the wind swept across the summit of Kunlun Mountain, the sea of ​​clouds outside the main hall surged once more, as if foreshadowing an even greater storm that was about to take shape overhead.